“The Crowbar Separation” is a narrative focusing on A. Gentleman and his struggles during a zombie apocalypse. A. Gentleman has been displaced from a static relaxed life style to a lethally dynamic survivalist environment. With every decision he makes Gentleman is faced with potentially fatal results. In addition to fighting off recently infected loved ones, fleeing rampant hordes of flesh hungry cannibals, and scavenging the wastelands for resources of survival, Gentleman ceaselessly struggles with his inconsistent mental stability. Gentlemen’s most immediate danger is his own sanity.

Tribute to Ash

Change is waiting by the door

She’s not listenin to you

She has changed so much

You don’t recognize her face

And it pains you just to say

“It’s for the best”

but you must escape from her

There’s no turning back

There will be blood.

There will be blood.

Escape

Broken glass

Reinforce the door

No one knows what

they’re fighting for

Lock and load

Don’t take that pill (a drink water)

Don’t mimmic them

You will get us killed

What have you done?

Run, they’re after us

Weakest link

Sacrifice

Our greatest fear

Has come to life (again)

We’re outnumbered

We don’t have a prayer (Not a chance in hell)

We’re safe no more

Did you destroy the stairs?

What have you done?

Run, they’re after us- no place is safe, only safer

Take Your Chances

You won this time

and you won’t win again

You won last time

and you know it won’t last

Ante up my good friend

or the situation that you’re in

won’t end

Your luck won’t change a bit

not unless you leave now

and place your bets

You’re dealt bad hands

You lose here and there, everywhere

But you took the chance

Now you have my respect

Ante up my good friend

or the situation that you’re in

won’t end

Your luck won’t change a bit

not unless you leave now

and place your bets

Crowbar

Listen to ‘em stumble

Listen to ‘em moan

Doesn’t look like

I am ever going home

This should never happen

I know this isn’t real

Gotta look abandoned

Not another meal

Cannot hardly move

Can hardly catch my breath

Can’t do either one

or the consequence is death

There’s no end in sight

My vision’s limited

Stranded by safety

Surrounded by the dead

How do I call this living?

I can hardly move

My life forever lives

inside this tiny room

How do i call this safety

danger to my self

at first my own salvation

now my prison cell

The crowbar in the corner

staring back at me

my safety is not worth my sanity

I can feel it slipping trough my hands

We will see if I am meant to live

The crowbar in the corner

has saved me

my safety is in danger but not my sanity

I can feel it grasped between my hands

I decide if I am meant to live

Skiffle Skuffle Shuffle

Now’s not the time to jump

to wishful conclusions

Take a step back, a deep breath

Don’t act on emotion

Don’t be fooled by the gift wrapping

It may not be a gift

Don’t let your mind convince yourself

otherwise, and ignore the consequence

Seconds pass by, your thoughts

are a bit more in focus

Your options laid out, figure out

what’s the best course of action

Don’t be fooled by the gift wrapping

It may not be a gift

Don’t let your mind convince yourself

otherwise, and ignore the consequence

You can’t take back

what’s been said, what’s been done

You live with your decisions

But you can look back

and learn what the best course of action

was, it wasn’t just because...